
I get my fair share of hate mail, but the most vile is sent to me by the species of fan known as the
Brangeloonie or the
Claymate. I find them quite amusing because I picture what they must look like hunched over their keyboard, reddened with anger, frothing at the mouth while banging on the caps lock key. Below is my favorite hate mail ever. It was sent by "Donna", a Claymate who took great offense at my
Clay Aiken trinket because it put me "in the ranks of the entire gay community."
If your intent was to demonstrate some 'slap-stick' type of humour at the expense of Clay Aiken and Clay's fans, you blew it, IMHO. You have now put yourself in the ranks of Perez Hilton, John Paulus, the National Enquirer ..and, that 'dlister' of infamy, Kathy Griffin...as well as the entire gay community. Congratulations. Not bad for a representative of the New York Times [huh?] I'm sure your paper is happy to share this exciting image with those wondrous personages mentioned above. [my paper? what is she talking about??]
If you based this story on 'this dlisted entry', as you claimed at the end of your article..and which is very obvious...you've contributed to inciting hate and perversity and directly, quite likely, to the traumatization of young teens who could very likely be attracted to this article...innocently linked to your spoof. Again, I must congratulate you. You must feel really clean inside exposing them to the mechanics of 'gay sex' as the responders to your 'article of inspiration' so explicitly described.
Poor Donna, she must be shocked and awed over Clay's coming out as gay. I really wanted to draw what she must look like, but am buried in client work this week and couldn't get around to it. I bet she's sitting in her trinket-cluttered living room, gazing up at her Thomas Kinkade painting as she angrily tears up her Clay Aiken ticket stubs and memorabilia while muttering "what has this world come to". A half eaten box of Keebler Fudge cookies are her only comfort on this sad dark day.